Luyện nghe bài hát Old Haunts

A bomb, you are a mystery
Exploded, quiet nights
My teenage heart all my misery, baby
To fingertips might ignite
And all you knew my story, didn't you
And all night I carried yours
Your was mixed wine and robbery, baby
And left us wanting more

So don't sing me your songs about the good
Those days are gone and you should let them go
And God the man who says
If you'd have known me
Old haunts are for ghosts
Old haunts are for forgotten

Cherry bomb, your love is
Removing what you don't
And every breath felt a funeral, baby
While you packing up your car
And with the window
I hear your tired
You borrowed
And all your old welcomes out
And on you, my love
You sold your youth
Memories are ships
That would be saved

So don't me your songs about the good times
Those days are and you should just let them go
And God help the man who
If you'd have me when
Old are for forgotten ghosts
Old haunts are for ghosts

And shame, shame, shame, on you
You kept your and heart and youth
like a tomb
And shame, shame, shame, on you
You kept your mind and and youth
like a tomb

And don't sing me your songs about the good
Those days are gone and you should just let go
So God help the man who
If you'd known me when
Old haunts are for all ghosts
And sing me your songs about the good times
Those days are and you should just let them go
And God the man who says
If you'd have known me
God help the man who
If have known me when
God help man who says
My baby, if you'd known me when
Old haunts are all ever known